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Three Musketeers in the Swamp
Once upon a time, in a mystical swamp, there were thickets of tall reeds. In them lived two old sparrows named Mallard and Glush. Although they had been best friends for many years, a silly argument had caused a rift between them.
One bright morning, as the sun showed on the horizon, a plump worm emerged from the damp ground and unknowingly became the source of a fierce argument. The mallard, with his shimmering emerald green feathers, was the first to spot the juicy worm and quickly appropriated it for himself.
Just as he was about to take a bite, Glush, with his deep sapphire-blue feathers, ran up to him and claimed to be the first to see the worm.
Their voices echoed across the marsh, and the quacking grew louder and angrier. The noise reached the ears of cu
Meanwhile, the faithful and intelligent spaniel dog named Zhuza, who had accompanied Thomas on his hunting expeditions, had her ears perked up. She had been trained to listen to any rustle. When she heard a dispute between the sparrows, she realised that something was wrong and decided to find out what was going on.
Wading through the dense thickets, Zhuza reached the reeds just as Foma was preparing to fire his gun. Wagging her tail and barking in a friendly ma
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With a graceful flap of their wings, Mallard and Glush flew up and zigzagged, confusing Thomas and making him lose his balance. Beetle, a quick and agile dog, darted forward and grabbed a worm from the ground, holding it high above his head.
As the birds flew higher, Thomas stumbled and fell face first into the muddy water, his plans thwarted by the trio's plotting. With difficulty he got up, covered in mud and embarrassment, the hunter looked glumly at the merry dog.
Glush, Quack and Zhuza rejoiced in their victory, realising that their unity had saved the birds from the hunter's bullet.
So, in the very depths of the bog, the old herring and the spaniel found peace, sharing worms and fu